Christ is Risen: The world below lies desolate
Christ is Risen: The spirits of evil are fallen
Christ is Risen: The angels of God are rejoicing
Christ is Risen: The tombs of the dead are empty
Christ is Risen indeed from the dead,
the first of the sleepers,
Glory and power are his forever and ever
By St. Hippolytus of Rome.
What an unheard of thing for the Potter to clothe himself in a clay vessel, or the craftsperson in a handicraft! What humility beyond words for the Creator to clothe himself in the body of a human creature!
Unknown source from Ethiopia
O my all-merciful God and Lord,
Jesus Christ, full of pity:
Through Your great love You came down
and became incarnate in order to save everyone.
O Savior, I ask You to save me by Your grace!
If You save anyone because of their works,
that would not be grace but only reward of duty,
but You are compassionate and full of mercy!
You said, O my Christ,
“Whoever believes in Me shall live and never die.”
If then, faith in You saves the lost, then save me,
O my God and Creator, for I believe.
Let faith and not my unworthy works be counted to me, O my God,
for You will find no works which could account me righteous.
O Lord, from now on let me love You as intensely as I have loved sin,
and work for You as hard as I once worked for the evil one.
I promise that I will work to do Your will,
my Lord and God, Jesus Christ, all the days of my life and forever more.
By St. John Chrysostom, Archbishop of Constantinople and Preacher in the 4th-5th centuries.
Stretching out Thy divine hands upon the Cross,
Thou hast joined together
that which before was divided,
and by Thy mediation
Thou hast offered as a gift to the Father
the nature of mortal man,
that was under condemnation.
Therefore we sing the praises
of Thy sinless Crucifixion.
By St. Joseph the Studite, Bishop and Hymnographer.
make us children of quietness,
and heirs of peace.
By St. Clement of Alexandria, early teacher and apologist for the faith.
God in heaven, you have helped my life to grow like a tree. Now something has happened. Satan, like a bird, has carried in one twig of his own choosing after another. Before I knew it he had built a dwelling place and was living in it. Tonight, my Father, I am throwing out both the bird and the nest.
Unknown source from Nigeria
God, of your goodness,
give me yourself
for you are enough for me.
And only in you
do I have everything.
By Julian of Norwich, anchoress and Christian mystic.